Winter nap. Winter night.

I could rest.

See gray stretch out before me

and rest.

Say yes, sweetly to

myself.

Feel the swell and sinking

in my chest.

It is love, right there,

circling 

out of place, truly right here.

Turned gaze.

If I look at all, I’ll look up,

see the moon

as a smile above us.

I could rest.

Trust what will be done

will be done.

Let it come to me, life,

light returning even when

not hunted, no hunting.

I’m closing my eyes.